Returning The Favour (Celebrity Story)

I date Jenna Louise Coleman. Yeah, I know, lucky me. And despite this being far beyond the bounds of reason, beyond the bounds of common decency and essentially being a terrible decision, I would like to tell you a particular story that rendered me… More than emasculated. And you may be wondering just why I would be willing to risk a relationship with such a woman by sharing a private story. And if you are wondering that well… Stay tuned.

            Late one night, back at Jenna’s apartment, we found ourselves getting closer and closer, the wine helping to speed us up. Clambering on top of me, she straddled me, grinning lustfully as she leaned in and stole my lips, her tongue eagerly and hungrily dipping into my mouth, exploring and taking me by surprise. Her hands began to unbutton my shirt, one dipping lower to grab by crotch, instantly setting my cock hard, pressing and struggling against the fabric of my jeans. Grinning, she left my lips, sliding slowly down my body and easily unbuckling my belt, freeing my shaft.

            It took her only a second to wrap her sumptuous lips around my tip and even less time for her to plunge her entire throat along my cock, pressing her lips against the base of my shaft, her nose tickling the soft tufts of hair above my crotch. Groaning, I watched her lustfully drag her lips back and forth across my length, lubing it to a glossy her shimmer, her hand guiding her mouth and steadily stroking back and forth. This was nothing new. In fact, it was a heavenly experience that Jenna was all to thrilled to repeat and repeat, often and with ease, to the point that it took her a couple minutes to set me off, my cock twitching and spasming in her mouth as she swallowed down strand after strand of cum, plucking her lips from my tip and smiling softly. And then came the immortal words, words I won’t forget, especially considering this was the first time she ever spoke them, and she did so with such a sultry and suggestive look, her hands pulling her dress playfully, “Care to return the favour?”

            I wouldn’t describe Jenna as a prude -especially considering she just had her lips fastened around my cock- but she was incredibly selfless and one-sided, denying any offers from me. Until now. So, I readily accepted as I’m sure anyone would and slid down onto the floor as she took my place. Lifting her dress, she tossed it to one-side, keeping legs crossed as I ogled her soft, bouncing breasts. Hooking her fingers inside her panties, she lifted her legs and slowly worked them down to her feet, flashing me a look at her perfectly formed arse before she uncrossed her legs and revealed, to my undoubted surprise, her thick and throbbing cock.

            “Surprised? I’d be weirded out if you weren’t. It’s… it’s… yeah… it’s a cock… Well, you know that. Well, I hope you do. But, yeah… erm… So,” she stammered nervously, the girl blushing for the first time that I had ever saw, her usual rather confident demeanour replaced with fervent nerves. Brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, she smiled hopefully and asked, “Do you still want to return the favour? I mean, it’s alright if you don’t. Most guys wouldn’t.”

            Looking up at her, I felt a twinge of sympathy for her. Obviously nervous about her unique appendage, I found myself at a loss for words, but with one strong thought in my head. I was not going to be like most guys. Leaning forwards, I wrapped my hand around the base of her cock, giving her length a few soft and steady strokes, the brunette gasping softly, biting her lip as I angled the shaft towards my lips. Without a single word, I let my actions speak for myself and pressed my lips against the throbbing, bulbous head of her cock and with one steady push, took the soft tip into mouth, enveloping the pulsating flesh of a cock for the first time in my life.

            It didn’t taste at all bad, simply having the taste of skin. Until a bead of pre-cum poured from her tip and hit my tongue, my first instinct being to moan at the rather moreish taste. Running my tongue across her tip, I was spurred on by her delicate whimpers of approval, her hands clenching slightly as she let her eyes roll closed. Wanting to please her, I took a leaf out of her book and slowly began to push my lips down her length, inch after inch of her silky cock slipping into my mouth until the tip started to prod against the back of my throat, causing me to gag. Gently, I started to bob my head up and down the portion of her cock that I could easily manage, my hand steadily jerking her back and forth as I did so, moving my tongue as deftly as I could across her tip, knowing from experience that it was quite pleasurable.

            The constant stream of moans assured me that I was doing something right, spurring me on to speed my bouncing slurps up, eagerly lavishing her length with my tongue, never quite able to get further than the first few inches. That was until her hand snaked its way through my hair, taking a grip of head. A firm grip. The shyness had completely dissipated, replaced with a perverse confidence. I would go so far as to say… dominance, as she slowly pushed my lips downwards, the head of her cock prodding and probing the back of my throat. Though where I exercised restraint in my abilities, Jenna was firmly of the opposite belief.

            “Swallow baby… swallow like a good little cum-slut. You want to please mistress, don’t you?” Jenna moaned, taunting and teasing me as she applied more and more pressure. And you know what… She was right. I did want to please mistress. Swallowing deeply as she asked, I felt the tip of her cock shoot down into my throat, my mouth spasming and flexing as my throat was filled to the brim with her cock. She didn’t stop with the pressure, my spluttering spasming lips being forced downwards until they were pressed snugly against the base of her cock, my clenching, uncontrollable throat making her moan more than my skilled tongue ever did.

            “Swallow, like a good little bitch,” she added. Confused, I quickly understood, her throbbing tip twitching, spurting several long strands of cum deep into my throat. I didn’t have much of an option as I coughed around her length, but I did my best, swallowing deeply, the taste of the cum being as moreish as the pre-cum, bringing a deep guttural moan to my lips. She made she sure milked herself dry before finally pulling my lips backwards and allowing me a breath. Breathing heavily, she kept her grip on my head, tugging my hair back and smiling delicately, “Good boy… Now… You’re going to do that every day, whenever I ask. Is that understood?”

            “Yes mistress…” I choked, finally getting a hand on my breathing. Smiling in response, Jenna lunged downwards and grabbed my cock, gently stroking it back and forth. I was surprised that I was so turned on by the idea, but my cock twitched in her hand like never before.

            “And maybe… if you’re good…” She smiled, leaning down and kissing me passionately before finally letting me, dropping both my cock and hair, “Maybe I’ll return the favour…"